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Jingyang Peak of Ziweitian Temple was quietly sealed.

Jingyang Xianjun’s demon thing, Lu Han Yuanjun blocked the death tightly, only saying that Jingyang Xianjun and his sister-in-law are both closed, and will not go out in a short time.

She originally arrested the disciples of Quanfeng, but after trial, those disciples were more than one.

Don't say that it is impossible to know the reason of Jingyang Xianjun's demon, and even the vast majority of them, even Jingyang Xianjun, who has not been closed for years, have never seen it!

The ordinary disciples in Zongmenli did not know the situation. They only knew that there were devils in the first few days, and they were driven away by the elders and other elders. Some of the disciples who had disappeared were dead under the head of the devil...

They scratched their heads and didn't think much, and they went to practice honestly.

Only Lu Han Yuanjun, sitting in the main hall of the Zongmen, wants to get more and more angry, and finally he can't stand the anger. He suddenly screams and screams: "Call the moon to the Yuanjun!"

The wind and the moon came silently, and hung his head and quietly crouched down the temple.

"Master."

Lu Han Yuanjun raised his hand and would just fill the jade cup full of hot tea, and rushed over to her: "Do you dare call me Master? Have the courage?"

The windy month did not dare to hide, nor dared to hold up the aura shield to protect himself. The jade cup that was infused with the power of the gods and monks was smashed on the head, and a **** smack suddenly oozes and slams down the forehead.

Hot tea spilled on her body and burned her.

"What do you and Ben Yuanjun say? A wound, the monster bites! You are bitten by the monster in order to protect the little monk! Losing Yuan Jun is so distressed, I did not expect you to lie, think This reason lie to Ben Yuanjun!"

The wind licks the lips and bites the lips. "The disciples are wrong..."

Her heart grievances and tumbling, who knows that Tian Xuanzi will suddenly come out of the Wan Ghost Cave, who knows that Bai Hao did not die!

If the day is dead, where is the possibility of her exposure? There is that Tian Xuanzi, why is he so much! A monastic monk who is a monk will actually shoot himself a golden dragon. If he does not force his own spiritual root, where will he be exposed?

And that white, how could she have lost Linggen, but to restore her mind?

Tian Xuanzi and her people are so intimate and disgusting in front of them. Who knows when they will go together?

It is said that Tian Xuanzi’s cold feelings are difficult to enter. Isn’t he and Li Bai’s relatives?

Bai Hao or he returned to the mountains to raise the big ones, looks very good, is still the most suitable for the harvest of Mu Linggen, maybe Tian Xuanzi raises her, is to raise the shackle...

nausea.

In the heart of the wind, I passed through Bai Yu and Tian Xuanzi, and the grievances still did not dissipate. I heard Lu Han Yuanjun sneer and asked: "Where are you wrong?"

She closed her eyes and put on a look of regret, confessing: "The disciple should not be a white-sister, should not lie to Master..."

"You can't harm the day, this Yuanjun doesn't care, you just shouldn't lie to the teacher!"

Lu Han Yuanjun slaps the palm of the past, the wind screams and screams, the whole person falls to half a mile, and the clear cheeks are red and swollen for three times!

"Ben Yuanjun and Tian Xuanzi are not in harmony. If you want to clean up the white scorpion, then sweep the tail a little clean! You shouldn't have to do anything, that is, even the mouth is not extinguished, let Tian Xuanzi be revealed in public, lost as a teacher. face!"

The windy month looked up in surprise.

Lu Han Yuanjun snorted: "What a surprise, if you are not killing this force, this Yuanjun will be your white apprentice! This time to save your life, let you go later. Killing the white scorpion! The death sin is exempt, the living sin can't escape, and you are punished for rolling over to think over the cliff. The wall on the surface for three years can be heard clearly!!"

"Yes."

The windy moon hangs down and the sarcasm in the eyes flashes.